Come on guys talk to him," interrupted Sabrina.Of course being the only one opposed to the idea. I lost. So we began playing. The first few hands the ...irls won and two hours later the guys were down to our boxers and the girls only had on bras and panties. Needles to say we couldn't take our eyes of their firm young tits. My huge hard on kept me from getting up or getting more beer. Everyone was drunk and laughing and having fun.On the next hand Salina lost and took off her bra. The men all. “I don’t think you should be walking around like that.” She says nodding her head towards the front of my shorts with a disgusted look on her face. She shot another look towards the couch. I looked down at the bulge. “It wasn’t like that when I came down the steps.” I lied. “Is that so?” “Yeah, I got that watching you doing the hair-thing and all.” I told her matter-of-factly.She looked a little surprised at my bluntness and a little uncomfortable with it as well. I was glad to put the shoe on. Their leader was a Staff Sergeant named Butler, James Aron Butler. He was a short man at 5’-7’’ tall and about 150 pounds. He had a mop of red hair and was sunburned, as were all three of his men. What he lacked in stature, he more than made up in attitude and spunk. His spirit not only encouraged his own men, but also the Marines, who were tired of coming up with nothing on our sweeps. He was a very can-do guy; even Bob liked him.Things started improving during the fourth week of sweeps. Early. I just didn’t realize they were so high.“Is there a problem, my dear,” Master asked as he glanced down at me.“Sorry, I was just a bit distracted,” I replied. “It’s been a tiring week and I haven’t been sleeping very well the last couple nights.” I hadn’t been sleeping well, but it wasn’t the stress. The smell and sounds of him making love to my sisters was driving me crazy with desire. They had been very considerate, keeping their sexual activities in the other bedroom, but it was hard to miss.